The All Too Real Doll

The All Too Real Sex Doll

By Eric Mahn

The place was even sketchier that I had thought. I had my hopes up when the outside of the building was clean and well kept. But inside everything was dimly lit and ramshackle and slightly dirty, and the items for sale didn't look much better. But then again that was what I was looking for. I had gotten bored and wanted to find some perverse oddity. Wasn't too sure what specifically I wanted and probably I should have thought about it first.

Most of what I saw were geared for lonely truckers; dirty mags, masturbation aides, and such.

"Sir," he said before cowering behind the mag.The guy at the counter was an unfriendly sort who was clearly watching me while pretending to look at a centerfold.

Eventually I made my way to the dusty forgotten corner of the store where things were just piled away. It was there I saw it laying on its side and covered with a garbage bag of pamphlets advertising hookers. It was the most realistic sex dolls I had ever seen. It's unblinking face was unnerving in the level of uncanny valley it created. What was really interesting was the continuous covering of replica skin that looked like the real thing.

I reached in and pulled the thing out from under the pile.

The human sized doll was gross approximation of a porn star. The first things I noticed, certainly, were her tits and no better definition of them there could be. The woman portrayed in the doll was breeding material with wide hips on top of long sturdy legs; thin waists leads up to a solid chest with DD cups hoisted perky in defiance of gravity. Back up to her head she had wavy brunette hair covering a narrow and fine featured face, dotted with amber eyes. I was transfixed with the thing and the craftsmanship in the making of such a creepy pervy thing. The creeper at the counter was looking up from his mag and staring at us, I was uncertain if it was at me or the doll. I went up to the counter and asked the guy about the doll. He just shrugged and looked down and sort of hid behind his magazine. I went back over to the doll picked her up and walked out without another word.

Back at my apartment, managed to get her in after improvising a covering for it to avoid more embarrassment from the neighbors than necessary. I managed to stand it on its feet in the living room and got a good look at it in the light. The uncanny valley was overwhelming. The skin was almost human like the face creepy in its unblinking state. I was also finally able to see her more hidden details. her nipple was a tan perfect circle with a stubby thick nipple. I turned her and bent the doll over at the hips jutting her ass out. Puffy mounds covered a neat pussy that opened to some but not too much tugging. her anus small and slightly tighter.

I picked up the thing and took it to the shower and begun the long process of scrubbing all the dust and grime from her body. I paid special attention to her vagina and colon. I even went so far as to shampoo her hair. The whole affair was awkward and messy but in the end I got it as clean as it ever has been since it was built. After gawking at it for a moment I pulled it back into the living room.

I figured that I would give it a test run since I had it, and sat her on the couch while I discarded my cloths. I looked down at my lean body that, while lacking in tone, was no pushover. I sat next to her and reached over and groped her tit. If I close my eyes It would feel exactly like tit would and it was easy to forget the lifeless nature of the doll. My fingers sunk, with some resistance into the synthetic flesh and sprung back when released. I flicked the nipples as I cuddled closer to her. I found myself wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her closer. I pressed myself against her room temperature body but it still felt so good. I wrapped her arm around me, cuddling up next to her, perverse in it's wholesomeness. I reached over and pulled her legs over my lap; holding her cowgirl in front of me. She now sat across my thighs and I looked up to her.

Her pussy rested on my balls pushing her artificial clit into the base of my cock. I took hold of her ass and rocked her on me. The simulated teasing firmed my rod and as I continued I really got a feel for her subtle almost rubber like ass. I looked up and her face now tilted down to face mine. Sapphire eyes and pursed lips bejeweled a perfect if not still lifeless face. The disturbing chill still ran it's marathon across my bones as I lifted her synthetic ass up off of my lap. My erect cock touched her lips before I let her gently descend. Her smooth pussy, though dry, slide as smooth as anything real or wet. When her full weight came down on my pelvis, feeling her soft ass on my balls again. Despite the lack of lubrication, she felt so close to an actual pussy.

I closed my eyes to focus on the silken pleasure of the doll. I was lifting her ass up and dropping down, wanting the doll to ride me hard and dirty. Thrust after thrust tossing the doll into the air. But it was exhausting so I rolled over her laying her body on the cushions without ever pulling out. Now without her weight I pounded her slit reveling in the building pressure inside me. My body toppled forward catching myself before I took her in my arms and pressed her simulated flesh against my own; exploding a geyser of seed in her. My crotch pressed her own desperate to get my cock deeper in her as each pulse of my cock rippled across my skin. When my limbs finally released and went slack leaving me laying on top of the doll did those ripples turn to cringe.

I pulled her back into the shower to wash her out and, in truth, wash away my shame at fucking a doll in the privacy of my own home. When I was done I left her, spread eagle arms draped to her side watching the faucet drain and went into my bedroom closet. A small walk in closet, it was just an order of combining two small piles of precious items on the floor into one larger pile.

The doll was facing me one arm propped on her knee as I opened the door to the bathroom again. I snaked my arms around her waist in heimlich position, stealing a squeeze of her tit along the way, lifting the doll up from behind. After dragging her into my bedroom, and yes I understand how creepy that sounds imagine how it looked to me, I laid her down, straightened her appendages, stood her in the closet corner and closed the door.

After that I kinda forgot about her, and went along with the rest of my day as she sat in the dark corner; until that night. I woke up in the middle of the night which isn't so weird, but when I looked over to my closet door, as I laid there waiting to fall back asleep, I noticed that it was partially opened. from my angle I could see the glint of light in the doll's eye. The buzzing creep crawled up my back as I thought about it more and more. Until I finally had to do something about it or I was not going to get any sleep that night.

I stepped to the door and opened it all the way. When the door was open enough for the ambient light to pour in the doll to tumbled out into my arms. I didn’t think much of it and just put her back; in hindsight I wish I had.

Days passed since and I more or less forgot about the doll, but a sensation that I wasn’t alone in my home crept in. I’d be doing something in the kitchen or sitting on the couch watching TV and I would hear the floor creak somewhere else in the house. I would be in the shower and the bathroom door open and then close on it’s own.

One night I woke up and decided to go get a drink. As I went through the door into the hallway I heard another door creak open. I froze in place and listened in dread silence, waiting for something to happen. When I was convinced that I was just hearing things I continued to the kitchen. When I got to the kitchen I opened the fridge and I could swear I heard the floor in the hallway groan under weight. At the time I thought that I just heard the fridge door. I reach for a glass and I glance at the microwave door and in the reflection I see someone looking around the corner at me into the kitchen. I turned around and what ever was there vanished. Going back to pouring I heard a creak in the floor again and froze. I looked back at the reflection and the person was back hugging the corner again. I began to slowly turn when she disappeared from view the thuds of footsteps racing away. I went after and headed to my closet. In my bedroom the closet door was closed despite me not hearing it close and I whipped it open. The fuck doll was still there in the corner where I vaguely remember it being. I shook my head, clearly I was imagining things. I went and sat on the edge of my bed and rubbed my face with my hands. I must have been still slightly dreaming.

Nothing weird like that happened again, until recently when again I was lying awake listening to creaks and groans, sure in my belief that they were just the house settling as summer changed to winter.

I was curled up on my side when I felt something touch my back. I was still convinced that I was partially sleeping; and it didn’t feel all that bad, but that feeling that you are not alone when you know you are is still creepy. The touch pressed firmly into my skin with a masseuse strength, sliding up and down around my spine.

One hand became two, and followed by a sense of a body behind me. I felt a second hand reach over my side and sneak under my shirt. She felt around my chest and abs; taking in the contours. The bed sank as the weight of whoever was behind me laid on the mattress with me; a cold body pressed against my back. I felt my nipples get pinched as the cold hand groped my pecs. My eyes shot open as I came back to awakeness; it took all my focus and luck to keep still. One obvious appendage however ignored me. My cock rose, extending out into the air; the fabric draped off of it.

The hand that was kneading my chest stopped what it was doing, and went right for my cock. Fingertips sliding over the fabric of my boxers and learning the topography of my balls. She circled around the area teasing me into further stiffness. The other hand found its place on my chest as she cuddled tighter against me. Slipping under the elastic of my underwear my cock was immediately and choked it with a quick squeeze and began pumping the rod dry. I could feel at the same time dry kisses being planted on the back of my neck. It would be the kind of loving attention he dreamed of having; if it were from a real woman. But there was nothing that could be doing this; I just laid there and hope that I was dreaming and just let it happen. But it did not help that the handjob I was getting was so dry. The smoothness of the fingers just did not help and the extra firm grip almost suffocated the life out of my cock. I shifted and groaned in pain and the grip softened and came to stop. I couldn't tell what the doll was thinking, even if I could see its face, and fearfully I waited to see what its next move was. Her hand pulled away, out of my pants, and back to her; maybe she was scared off.

I waited a moment before she moved again. Her hand slid down my back under my boxers and across my ass pulling the elastic band down with it. Even after the exposure of my ass she lingered on the cheek. she went around and pulled the band down all the way over until my cock and balls were out in the open air. She then reached under and took my balls into the cup of her hand. She juggled sometime awkwardly and sometimes gracefully, but in the end she got my cock's attention back and I was growing to new lengths. She took me back in her grip and with a more experienced hand she continued to stroke me. the gentler touch no longer aggravating the dryness of her hand. She stroked me for a while. Suddenly I felt the tingle followed by a growing pressure of an oncoming orgasm. The doll also sensed it and quickened its pace. I began to throb and she just as quick cupped her hand in front of the tip of my cock, just before I spewed out cum in body quaking spasms. After I was done she pulled her hand back, I was still too afraid to move. Her cum dripping hand floated back, and as I waited her weight pressed into my back. The slicking of my cum in her finger just tickled my eardrums. I couldn't see what was happening but it sounded like the wet hand was wiping something plastic. And then it hit me; was this the fuck doll from the closet? The body pulled away from me and the weight lifted off of the mattress. I fought hard to keep myself from curling into myself, though I could still feel myself shiver as I listened to clear footsteps pad their way to my closet.

The next morning I had enough and decided to get rid of the fuck doll. I wrapped it up and dragged it out to the car and drove it out back to the novelty shop and dumped it in the back next to dumpster. I then drove away as fast as I could. I barely looked at the road or anything as I drove away, but a pressure released inside me.

I got back home and already the air felt so much lighter. I laid down and the best night of sleep in a long time. And it was about a week of normality.

Then one night I was roused from sleep, trying to move my limbs to stretch and go back to sleep finding that I could not move. I opened my eyes and on top of me was the fuck doll. She was sitting on my legs and holding my arms over my head with one, just one, of her hands.

I realized that I was screaming, perhaps I had been for a while, The doll pressed her motionless lips against my mouth, probably thinking it was kissing me. Its machinations muffled me, but did not stop my screaming. The screaming did stop when she pressed her hand on my mouth followed by her grinding her fake pussy on my crotch. Despite my terror I could also feel the rising of my cock, the betrayal of my own body hurting as much as her grip around my wrists. She unmounted me and while keeping one hand on my mouth she reached down for my cock. She stroked the shaft through the fabric of my boxers, bringing my dick to it's final firmness. She let go and slid her fingers under the band and guided my boxers down over the tent pole springing it from its confinement. It bobbed and throbbed as she wrapped her hands around it again. She stroked and caressed the rod with kindness with that hand while the other was firmly pressing my head down across my mouth like a brute. Silently she sped up rushing me to an orgasm. As she did her hand squeezed choking my cock, it almost made me go limp but she always seemed to know when to release to keep me up.

It must have snuck up on me but there was a rush and cum sprayed up and onto my belly. She leaned back releasing my cock and my mouth.

The head of the doll turned and it's glassy eyes stared unblinking; anything else I could have wanted to say was trapped in my throat. Without taking her eyes off of me she swung her leg over me and sat her ass on my cum covered abdomen. She was seemingly rubbing her pussy into it. She reached back laying her weight into my stomach and grabbed my cock again, working it back to life. As I looked up at her  her face was blocked by her soft but motioless boobs. But still through the artificial cleavage she had one eye still staring back at him.

With a few expert touches she had my cock erect again. She lifted herself up, once I was at attention, and hovered herself over the turgid rod, and with great precision she stroked the tip with her pussy lips. My wet dick lubricated her folds and hole, though I'm unsure if she knew or cared at the grace as she shifted her body and pressed her slit down onto me. Inch by inch my cock was scrubbed and tickled by the scientifically engineered vaginal walls that promised more pleasure than humanly possible. She settled her round ass on my thighs; my cock reaching as far inside her as possible. Her hand came off of my mouth and each hand on each of my should she braced herself for the fucking. Her walls tightened on the lift up making me feel her shape all the way up stopping just before disconnecting. Followed by dropping down and going right into a rhythm of pumping.

All I was aware of, other than the distant embrace of my cock, was an unblinking dolls face. Whatever way her body was expressing itself her face just had that mechanically neutral look. I couldn't close my eyes, I couldn't look away, I was screaming but couldn't tell if it was in my head or out loud. But despite my fear I was steadily reaching climax again, and my hips thrusted back into her in time with her bouncing. The sounds of wet flesh slapping reverberated loud against the bare walls right up till she dropped herself and everything was silent. The sudden deep penetration sent me over the edge as my hands grabbed her arms bracing for the surge ripping through my dick. We both were still letting the sensation wash over us. I forgot for a fleeting moment that she was a doll, with her pussy clamping down, milking me for every drop. My arms and legs went limp and I laid under her waiting for her to unmount me. But the next thing I felt was her hips gyrating on my pelvis. However freaky this whole situation was her skill got me hard again. Soon after the she was fucking me again. I couldn't participate, I couldn't resist either; exhaustion kept be bound as much as her holding me down. A second and third splurge of cum filled her insides. Just about I was about to blackout she leaned in and kissed me on the lips.

The next morning I woke up, sore and bruised covered in stickiness. I went and opened the closet. The doll wasn't there anymore, and I didn't know if I should be relieved or terrified. I still can't fully go to sleep anymore.